"If your hand is injured, just stay put," Song Ling whispered in Luo Wenchuan's ear, her voice gentle, just like it was three years ago.
A note from the author:
#Apply what you've learned#
Thanks to "Xiao'an" for irrigating with nutrient solution.
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Chapter 49
Chapter 49
The puppy was defeated.
During the spontaneously triggered sensibility period, the most obvious manifestation of Enigma is aggression and biting urges. During the sensibility period aroused by a partner, the desire to be comforted is more prominent.
He used this method to keep Song Ling with him back then, and now Song Ling has actually used the same method to suppress him.
Luo Wenchuan could hardly believe that Song Ling would use this method to deal with him. He looked at Song Ling, his heart feeling as if it had been violently clenched.
"Wenchuan, it's all in the past. Between us." Song Ling turned on the light in the entryway, put his arm around Luo Wenchuan's waist, and picked him up, placing him on the sofa in the living room.
"Brother Ling, don't go." Luo Wenchuan, his eyes red, clung to Song Ling's neck, refusing to let go.
Song Ling pulled Luo Wenchuan's hand away and glanced at the time. It was one in the morning, and going back now was really not an option. Taiping Street was almost forty minutes away from where he lived, and if he went back now, he would be delayed a lot when he got to the film set the next morning. Besides, it wouldn't be good to leave Luo Wenchuan alone at home in his condition.
"I'm not going back." Song Ling's words stunned Luo Wenchuan.
Song Ling sat down next to Luo Wenchuan and pulled out another suppression ring from somewhere.
He placed the suppression ring on Luo Wenchuan's other hand, binding Luo Wenchuan's wrist behind his back with two interlocking suppression rings. This posture was exactly the same as when Luo Wenchuan marked him, only many years had passed, and the two had switched roles.
"Brother Ling..."
"Isn't it beautiful? I had these custom-made at the research institute. They can not only suppress the susceptible period, but also interfere with pheromones. I'll give you this pair as a gift." Song Ling patted Luo Wenchuan on the shoulder, suddenly realizing that she had been corrupted by this scoundrel Luo Wenchuan.
Watching a puppy get its comeuppance can actually be quite a pleasant experience.
Song Ling stood up, glanced at Luo Wenchuan, and suddenly asked him, "Do you have any clean clothes?"
"The third cabinet in the master bedroom on the second floor."
Thanks.
Song Ling went upstairs to take a shower. The bedroom door was open, and the sound of the shower filled her ears, making Enigma, who was in her most vulnerable period, feel extremely uncomfortable.
Enigma has a strong immunity to the mild pheromones of Omega. Even if a marked Omega becomes entangled with an Enigma, it will at most affect the length of the Enigma's susceptible period, without any serious consequences.
An Alpha like Song Ling, with his exceptional talent and perfect synergy, could easily suppress him once he mastered the use of pheromones.
From the moment Luo Wenchuan made the mark, he was prepared to be suppressed by Song Ling, but he didn't expect Song Ling to learn how to use pheromones so quickly. Clearly, Song Ling had never known anything about this before.
Who exactly told him this method?
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After taking a shower, Song Ling took a loose T-shirt from Luo Wenchuan's closet and put it on.
When Luo Wenchuan came downstairs, he was curled up on the sofa. Sensing Song Ling's pheromones gradually approaching, Luo Wenchuan looked up and gazed expectantly at Song Ling sitting beside him.
Being forcibly brought into a vulnerable period is unpleasant, and Song Ling had experienced it before. He didn't have Luo Wenchuan's ruthlessness, so when he saw the man looking at him, he gestured with his chin to the spot next to him.
Luo Wenchuan's eyes regained some clarity, and seeing that Song Ling agreed, he immediately moved over and leaned against his leg.
Such contact was far from enough, but Luo Wenchuan dared not act rashly. Song Ling was hostile towards him, and he was afraid that if he did anything else, Song Ling would become even more resistant to him.
"Is Brother Ling staying today?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving."
Luo Wenchuan fell completely silent this time. He lay there peacefully, his head tentatively resting on Song Ling's lap.
Song Ling started looking at the terminal in her hand and ignored him.
Luo Wenchuan breathed in Song Ling's pheromones, and after a long while, he asked Song Ling in a muffled voice, "Brother Ling, am I really back now?"
Song Ling glanced at him and said sarcastically, "You haven't come back. You're still in the sky."
Luo Wenchuan chuckled softly upon hearing this, burying his head between Song Ling's legs. "Brother Ling, I really missed you. If it weren't for the thought of this day coming, I wouldn't have been able to survive these past three years."
Upon hearing this, Song Ling glanced down at the person on her lap and said, "You're perfectly fine, aren't you?"
He's grown taller, and his skin has gotten much thicker.
"It was to see Brother Ling that I was able to survive." Luo Wenchuan looked up, his bright eyes meeting Song Ling's.
It is said that the eyes do not lie, but how could Luo Wenchuan tell such a sincere lie?
Song Ling's hand landed on Luo Wenchuan's face, her thumb stroking his soft lips and the sharp canines that had once marked her.
It was this face, this very face, that made him repeatedly unable to bear it.
Luo Wenchuan felt a ticklish sensation in his heart from Song Ling's fingertips, and his slightly swaying, expressive eyes conveyed the rosy thoughts in his mind.
"Do you want it?" Song Ling asked in a deep voice.
"If you want it, give it to me, Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's voice was incredibly soft. He tilted his head back to chase after Song Ling's fingertips, but the fingers carrying pheromones quickly disappeared from his sight.
"Keep dreaming about it. Go to sleep early, Mr. Luo." Song Ling slightly curled his lips, got up and went upstairs.
Luo Wenchuan stared blankly at Song Ling's retreating figure, his brows furrowed tightly together.
Song Ling originally intended to make do in a guest room on the second floor for the night, but then she thought that if she slept on the second floor, the little dog would probably have to sleep by the door again. It was late autumn, and it wasn't good for her to always sleep on the floor, especially since she was injured.
Thinking this, Song Ling took two blankets from the closet in the guest room and went to the living room.
"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan perked up immediately when he saw Song Ling coming over.
Song Ling threw the blanket onto Luo Wenchuan and lay down on the sofa at the other end.
"Sleep now, I'm watching you."
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling's back and gave a soft "hmm".
After Song Ling fell asleep again, Luo Wenchuan moved closer to her, resting his head near her shoulder before closing his eyes in peace.
Being in your most vulnerable period, with your partner right beside you but you can only watch, is an unbearable feeling.
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The next morning, Song Ling was woken up by the doorbell ringing in the entryway.
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His biological clock usually starts around 5 a.m., but after tossing and turning all night yesterday, he slept straight through until 8 a.m. today.
The doorbell rang urgently. Song Ling first dressed, then went back to the living room to call Luo Wenchuan. After Luo Wenchuan groggily woke up, Song Ling first removed the suppression ring from his hand: "Go open the door."
This person clearly said they had insomnia, but now they're sleeping more soundly than I am.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, then snuggled into Song Ling's arms: "Brother Ling, I'm so sleepy."
"Even though I'm sleepy, I've opened the door, your guest."
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes slightly before slowly starting to button his clothes.
Seeing how quickly he was buttoning his shirt with one hand, Song Ling got anxious and simply went over and helped Luo Wenchuan button it up.
"Brother Ling..."
"This is a one-time exception," Song Ling warned.
Luo Wenchuan clung to the man's chest like he had no bones and said, "Brother Ling, I can't be seen like this."
This person is clearly an Enigma, but he's making all this fussing and acting like an Omega going through a heat wave. His clothes are also all wrinkled and crumpled; he's definitely not presentable.
"Go change your clothes, I'll open the door."
"Hmm..." Luo Wenchuan nodded, and after he had been in the other person's arms for a while, he slowly walked upstairs.
Song Ling thought of a few reasons to stay at Luo Wenchuan's house. As soon as she opened the door, Shi Xingyun's handsome face appeared in front of her.
"Little Song?" Shi Xingyun was clearly taken aback. He realized that it was Song Ling who had taken Luo Wenchuan home yesterday, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"Hello, Brother Yun."
"I'm looking for Xiao Luo, is he awake?"
"They're probably still asleep."
Shi Xingyun went inside and, upon seeing the blanket in the living room, chuckled, "You slept here yesterday, didn't you? I'm sorry you had to. Xiao Luo is a bit of a germaphobe; if you slept in the room, he'd be upset for days. Last time I accidentally sat on his bed, and he didn't give me a kind look all day."
"It's alright," Song Ling said, sounding rather guilty. If Shi Xingyun knew that Luo Wenchuan, who was known for his fastidiousness, had worn his shoes and socks, she wondered what his expression would be.
"You're using two blankets?" Shi Xingyun asked casually, looking at the blankets on the sofa.
"Yes, it's been a bit cold these past few days."
“That’s true. Xiao Luo hasn’t been living here long, and it’s naturally cool on the first floor. I live alone too. If there were more people, it wouldn’t be so deserted.” Shi Xingyun said, glancing at Song Ling.
This statement was both an implication and a test. If Song Ling were a perceptive person, she would have understood what he meant.
Song Ling put the blanket away and asked, "Is Brother Yun still single?"
“Yes, I haven’t met the right person. There’s no time for that in our line of work.” Shi Xingyun sat down on the sofa and looked at Song Ling, saying, “Little Song, you’re single too.”
"Um."
"It's good to be young. You have plenty of time and energy to squander. You have no idea how lonely we old folks are," Shi Xingyun sighed, his gaze on Song Ling becoming a little bolder.